Good morning! The Vega brothers are on the verge of rescuing their father but barely missed him in the barn. They have suffered some injuries and things are getting a little bit messier for them. Enjoy the read!
Here’s the link to the first story that started their journey!
Cartel Cartales I: http://wp.me/p4hGKe-10
The last 3 shots fired broke the windows and killed a kid. He was probably 17 at most. Don Escobar was barking out orders to his men to take up defensive positions. “Vente aqui. Tu quedate alla. Si algien entra Por esta puerta MATALO.” (You come here, you stay there. If someone comes through this door KILL THEM!)
I grabbed a piece of glass and made my way over to the corner and leaned up against a wall. Don Escobar saw me at the last minute through his peripherals. He scowled and walked over to speak with me. That thick accent is almost comical. I thought to myself
“Who are these men Vega? How did they find you?”
“I don’t know who they are but I’m glad they’re fucking your men up Escobar”
Clack. He whipped his pistol across my face with the edge of his gun. I couldn’t help but smile when I got up. Escobar didn’t like that too much. He had me ordered away. This was probably his biggest mistake. What seems like another child escorted me away. I guess his forces are dwindling down now. In the adjacent room I could hear him on his phone calling for reinforcements, a lot of them. They moved me to the upstairs bedroom and I was in sight of the window. I could see out of it and I scanned around the surrounding woods but didn’t see anything. I don’t know who is out there but I sure hope they hurry the hell up!
Kaboom! The barn blew up and the two guys that shot Bo were destroyed. Good the bastards deserved it.
“Gentlemen we need to move quickly. It doesn’t look like my father was in the barn. Let’s get to the rendezvous and meet Jay. Brad, go ahead and take point. Angel, help Bo onto his side. How bad is it?” I asked Angel
“He has a wound on his right shoulder by his collarbone and his leg is fucked from a stab. When the hell did he get stabbed? Regardless he should be fine but he’s unconscious and losing blood. We need to get him out of here and we need to stitch him up. I have most of the supplies at the motel and can fix him up quick.” He replied.
“Okay good. Let’s meet Jay at the rendezvous and get Bo patched up. First though let’s do a quick ammo check. I have 1 mag , 1 frag, and 1 flash left. My pistol has 5 bullets in it.” I said out loud
“I have half a mag, no frag, no flash. One full clip on my pistol.” Brad said
“I have a full mag, one frag, and one flash. 2 clips for my pistol with one loaded and the other handy.” Angel told us
“Okay good let’s start heading out. Brad, switch rifles with Angel and go slow. Angel will be right behind you and I’ll be on his six guarding our backs.”
We began moving when we heard a noise coming from the bushes. Someone was walking up on us. We all drew our guns, except for Bo since he was unconscious. But before we could find the point of noise we heard a “don’t shoot” in an all too familiar voice. Sure enough we saw Jay walk out the bush with his hands raised.
“Why aren’t you at the rendezvous? You stu…” Before I finished he cut me off.
“Dad is in the house. I saw him being led by a guy in a suit. He was tied up and blindfolded. We have to go get him.” Jay expressed.
“Shit” my big brother said. He sat there for a few seconds and thought things over.
“You’re sure?” He asked.
“Yes. He’s in the house” I replied.
“Okay this is the new plan. Brad lead Angel & Bo to the car. The keys are in the gas tank. Take it to the motel and fix Bo up. As soon as he is awake up grab your shit and head back to the Texas. Jay and I have to go back into the house. Take your rifles but leave me your frags, pistols, and flash bangs. We’re going to get our father.” He announced to us. The guys put up a fight but he said he couldn’t endanger them anymore. He thanked them for everything they did. After much debate they took off and left us mainly all their ammo, pistols, and grenades (frags). They wished us luck and drove off. Adam began explaining his plan when we heard a truck pull up. It was a long green truck. A good amount of not so nice looking guys hopped out of the bed. My brother and I just looked at each other for a moment in utter disbelief. Things just got more complex for us. But his plan should still work. If anything them showing up has helped us out. There are about 5 hours left until dawn. His plan shouldn’t take long. We’ll have to head out in a bit if we are going to pull this off.
Shit. I don’t know if I believe in this plan 100%. The thought crept into my mind. But what other options do we have? As we began running it hit me.
“Wait Adam. I have an idea!” I said to him as I stopped running.